At this time, the hoarse footsteps gradually approached and then gradually moved away.

The butcher dragged his big ax through the damp corridor, the ax blade grinding back and forth on the stone, mixed with the echo of the human body rubbing against the rough ground.

"Who are you?"

The female voice, which received no response from the man in black robe, continued to ask questions.

The hoarse voice seemed to be suffering from unbearable severe pain. The body, muscles, nerves, and even everything that relied on the material world to exist were gradually collapsing, as if they were about to be torn apart in the next moment.

But if someone listens carefully, it is not difficult to hear... In fact, "Black Shadow" does not seem to be afraid of the current situation.

She tried hard to raise her head, wanting to see what the person who came to her at this time looked like.

The man in black robe remained silent, and the only thing she could see was through the brim of the thick black robe, and two points of scarlet-like demonic gaze falling on her body.

Apart from that, there is only a "dark" color that is so rich that it cannot be melted away at all.

If you look carefully, you can see that one layer after another is spread over his body. The dark light turns into a black halo behind him, flickering on and off, seeming to block all his information from the outside world.

The radiance of the fallen color spreads behind him, illuminating the void on all levels, like a viper in purgatory or a king in the abyss.

But in just a blink of an eye, the numerous abnormalities of the man in black robes completely disappeared in her eyes, and what was revealed in front of her was still so ordinary.

"It's a pity that my "beast" is broken, and all the power has disappeared. Otherwise, if I look at this mysterious black-robed man with the eyes of an angel, I should be able to see more and deeper things."

She blinked, as if she wanted to see through the man in black robes in front of her, but her pupils, which were already slightly cloudy, no longer had the crystal clear and holy color they once had, and all her efforts could only turn into the bottomless darkness before her eyes. …

"So are you the judge sent by a great noble to judge me?"

It was as if the silence of the man in black robe in front of her gave her some kind of ominous premonition. Before he could speak, she started talking to herself.

"Are you the Holy Judge from the Zhengshen Church?"

"Or is it some professional who is trying to peek into the secret of my power?"

"Well, yes, there are so many choices. It seems that every kind of person has a reason to come to my place right now.

Could it be that it’s “you”? We’ve already reached this point, are you still going to face me with this attitude and not let me know the final truth?”

As if all of a sudden, there was a trace of distress in her voice, as if she was a little annoyed that she could not guess her final fate, or as if she felt a trace of sadness after guessing some unresolved fact. .

"I am nobody." The voice of the man in black robe was low and hoarse, like sandpaper grinding a roller or wooden chips grinding a wall. It was harsh and terrifying: "Despicable rebel of the gods, betrayer of the world, evil Forgotten One. You think too highly of yourself. You have been stripped of all honors. In fact, in this prison, you...are nothing. Right? The former Holy Lady, Zhen Ni?"

"That's it...it turns out that I have become like this."

It was only at this moment, after hearing the hoarse words of the man in black robe, that she tried her best to stand upright from the dark shadow in the corner of the prison wall.

He was dressed in dusty black clothes, and his arms were tied with iron ropes, hanging from the ceiling. His lips were half-closed and looked dry due to lack of water. Under his short, gray, light blond hair that had already become clumpy, he had a pair of also light blond hair.

His eyes have gradually become cloudy, and his fair skin is covered with wounds.

But on the other hand, perhaps despite not eating for a long time, her figure and cheeks still looked soft.

Putting everything aside, she is still a light and quiet young woman, or a young girl at a young age.

"You know, I'm in a bad mood."

The man in black robe shook his head: "It's simply unbelievable to see an opponent I fought with end up like this, and a saint who once saved the world to look like this now...

Human beings are indeed ignorant and despicable, short-sighted and crazy, pitiful and hateful;

They will tear down the hero who blocks all dangers for themselves, just because the "hero" may block the sunlight at the same time; they will also personally send the "hero" to the guillotine, just because the "hero" may stand up

His straight figure was taller than his own, covering his sight.

They do not allow anyone else to have a nobler attitude than their own, nor do they allow anyone to have a brighter soul than their own! No matter how dazzling the brilliance of humanity is, it will never fall into their eyes.

They will only hate those who are greater than themselves, fear those who are more powerful than them, envy those who are brighter than them, and curse those who are kinder than them.

Facing the "hero" who saves them, they will not be grateful, express their thanks, or look forward to them. They will only try their best to drag that "hero" down from the clouds by using all means.

They even did not hesitate to discredit him, slander him, and belittle him, just to trample disgusting footprints on his innocent body one after another, so as to make the "hero" look even lower than himself!

Human beings are more despicable than devils, and more twisted than devils... Jenny, as a former opponent, I feel worthless for you. So now I am here, and I am willing to give you another share."

Hope"! Come on, accept my kindness."

The sleeves of the man in black robe rose and fell gently, and a left hand as white as the moon stretched out from the black robe.

In just a moment, thick darkness flooded the air, making the space even more viscous.

Countless colors faded rapidly, and only black and white lines could be seen; all sounds also disappeared, and Zhenni could only vaguely hear the beating of her own heart - a heavy and slow heartbeat, like

It's the echo of me hammering the big drum with my own human skin, beating it repeatedly.

The low, dark "darkness" of Weiyuan surged out from the black robe through the gaps in the sleeves of the black robe man.

Like the rising and rising tide, it is like a big drum that vibrates repeatedly.

The walls of the prison began to peel, as if it were snowing, with layers of gray and dry ash falling down.

In a daze, an old wooden door seemed to slowly open behind the man in black robe...

With a harsh, heart-wrenching, nauseating creaking sound, the "door" began to rotate and twist, like a rag being wrung out, and finally a gap slowly opened under the overwhelming weight.

"Boom!"

Behind the door, I don’t know how many unknown, known, real, illusory, existing, non-existent, past, present, and future “creatures” I seem to have found the moment the door is slightly opened.

The way out, all rushed together to hit the gap in the "door", letting out heart-rending screams, painful gasps, and a harsh grinding sound on the door.

Finally, when an obscure and ancient parchment scroll was pulled out of the door by the man in black robes, nothing could come out from behind the door.

"Use your blood to sign this contract." He approached Joan of Arc, squatted down in front of her, and handed over the ancient and gloomy sheepskin: "The gods have abandoned you, but I will come here to embrace you.

.”

"..."

In the dark prison, which was so dark that it was even pitch black, the young girl pursed her lips and looked at the man in black robes whose pupils suddenly dilated: "I know who you are. It's you! Demogorgon! You actually still...

In the physical world!”

ps: The New Year is here, and the Year of the Rat is auspicious. I wish all you book friends and your families peace, health, and success!
Chapter completed!